We are doing well. As if often the case with pontine strokes, the kind my husband had this round, function is returning rapidly. His balance is not good enough to walk freely and he still needs the seat in the shower but just about everything else is back to normal. Hubby dearest is working on the books he edits again. He is getting caught up on his email. Life is good.
We are considered high risk for this Wuhan Flu. We are isolating as much as possible and as recommended by our federal and provincial governments. I am still taking the dog for a walk and picking up the mail. There is a big sign on the post office door saying if we have symptoms we can’t come in. The local RM office has made it policy they will only do their job by telephone or by a select few prearranged entries. The local store owner is in masks and gloved. Right now there is no sign of community spread. However, the virus has hit close to home. Our family doctor had to go into isolation. We have an appointment tomorrow and we still don’t know if he will be there.
I have been calling my elderly friends who are at home sheltering in place. We chat on the telephone, exchange stories, updates on our health situations, and tips. One conversation I had was very interesting and uplifting. During the great flood of ’97 and the horror of of the 911 terrorist attack, we old folks were the ones on the front lines. Today we old folks need to step back, stay out of the way, avoid becoming a burden to an already overburdened health system, and leave it to the young people. It’s their turn now. This is their war.